She doesn't give you time for questions as she locks up your arms in hers. And you follow till your sense of direction completely disappears.
Al StewartThe literati in their cellarsPerform semantic tarantellas.I wish I did it half as well as them.
Al StewartDo you remember the church across the sands? You stood outside and planned to travel the lands, where the pilgrims go. So you packed your world up inside a canvas sack, set off down the highway with your rings and Kerouac. Someone said they saw you in Nepal a long time back. Tell me why you look away, don't you have a word to say?
Al StewartOn a morning from a Bogart movie, in a country where they turn back time. You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre, contemplating a crime. She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running like a watercolor in the rain. Don't bother asking for explanations, she'll just tell you that she came in the year of the cat.
Al Stewart